Logan County, West Virginia 3/34/25 | Mark Edward Jones [0:00-1:30]

Well, let's see what's going on down in Fine Ridge. Come in. Oh, well, come in, Grandsire. Oh, yeah. Real fine day out. Just black sprang. Oh, yeah. So I'm coming. Good weather for this time of year. I go with the house a while ago, though. And I listen to the radio. And according to that, we're going to have some awful bad weather coming up first. Storm coming up. Yeah. What's this radio saying? Of course, you can't put too much deep in this and that. It's just a cheap little outfit, you know. Yeah, I'm one like I made a mistake. My, uh, radio just seems to nice outside. Seems like a good day to sit inside and play checkers. Is warm around. No old Grandsire piece of full of ambitions lately. Restless is a dog on the wet side. No telling where he's at or what he's up to today. More unlike they come starmin' in here directly with the biggest idea he ever had. Yes, as long as I have no alarm, he never had no little ideas. He thinks big. I'm getting ready for that. Live small, but he thinks big. I'm going to stay and prove his self. Well, I never felt I wanted to try to improve his self somewhere earlier, Abner. Even if it's just the improved his checker game. You could stand a few improved men's in your game. No, I don't believe there's nothing you could show me, Grandsire. That's it, fresh. Beat you with one hand. Anybody that lets most moats beat him ain't going to give me no trouble. Right. Most moats beat me. That's what they're telling down at the barbershop, man. You just hear their tell of it. Said you got mad and kicked the checker board over and stomped out the door. Well, who wouldn't get mad? Have to pray, have to town over.